Card of the Day...

Medieval Cat/ US Games Systems

I'VE SHUFFLED THE TAROT DECK, and this is the card I've come up with. My card of the day.  The Judgment card.

This is also known as the Resurrection card.  Which in ancient times signified the time when souls are individualized and taken Home.  This is the Great Reunion that is supposed to happen once in every age.  Going home to the source, the beginning.  Then a wondrous thing will happen...a new group of souls is scattered in this world, and the process starts all over again.

Every soul that you have walked the earth with, worked your life with, in all your incarnations, joins with you to complete the Great Reunion, to finish the process in that cosmic realm that you played with in this world.  Did you really think you were finished?  It is believed that here, and now, we can celebrate and have knowledge of this process, every year on our birthday.

This Judgment card today tells me personally that I will have freedom from inner conflicts, that gifts of the past and my hidden talents will finally start to emerge in this lifetime.  If I am told to believe in the process of opening myself, trusting...I think that speaks to all of us, and that we can all take this Judgment card personally.  If I am a being built up to believe in myself, to be a multi-faceted soul, why not you too?

I have always believed myself to be a bit of the whole, that God sent my soul to earth so that he could see it through my eyes.  The ego is mine.  God just likes to play.  He doesn't have another like me..or you.  I think of myself as the Lyn of God...so now he knows what it's like to be little Lyn from New York City!  As I've said before...God has a role for everyone.

Why do I even write the word, God?  I think because God put the yearning in there.

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Pieless Apples

SO YOU FEEL like having some apple pie for dessert.  But you didn't bake one or buy one.  You do have a few apples lying around.  Everyone one does since Eve.  Here's a recipe for a crustless pie...OK, it's really just broiled apples, but the taste sensation's the same.  And no crumbs. 

6 firm apples, (MacIntosh, or Rome Beauties), peeled, cored, and cut into wedges
1/3 cup fresh lemon juice
4 tbls. sweet butter, melted
3/4 cups sugar 
1/2 cup maple syrup
Vanilla ice cream

Heat broiler.  Toss the apples with the lemon juice, butter, and all but 2 tbls. of sugar.
 
Arrange on a baking sheet in a single layer.  Broil about 8 inches from the heat for about 10 min., or until tender.

Sprinkle with the remaining 2 tbls. of sugar and broil until melted.

Heat the maple syrup in a small saucepan over low heat.
Serve the apples warm with the ice cream.  Drizzle with the syrup.

About 7-8 servings.

For a nice wine, choose a medium bodied Riesling to go with this almost Pie a la Mode'.

Chocolate next week!!

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Magpie/ Prompt #6

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SPITTING NAILS

They came in the mail today,
American Brand Spitting Nails,
"For when you're really angry."

If you favor spewing tiny wounds,
the instructions tell you how
to spit the missile...

"Pucker up,
blow a kiss, turn it into
a poison dart."

Also stated, "When attacked,
don't pass the buck,
return the insult.

You may penetrate the skin with nails,
(but remember)
you can only pierce the soul
with words."

Beginners: if you prefer,
don't break the flesh,
but rend the garment
till the thread begins to unravel.

Keep in mind,
anger begins anew
as it ends,
so re-order your supply of
Spitting Nails,
today.


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Happy Birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, March 22, to:

Reese Witherspoon
William Shatner
Stephen Sondheim
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Mathew Modine
Lena Olin

and ME!!!
( in good company)

Celebrating by welcoming Spring!!  All dancing, champagne, caviar and chocolate, catching a hot air balloon to Paris...and then... 


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All Over Again....

DEJA' VU

That was just a bit of deja' vu
swimming by,
a split second of flotsam
and jetsam
that grabbed my energy
in a
beam me up moment.

Disappeared so quickly,
left me holding the line,
trying to hook that lost instant
before it turned into a dead fish
once more...

and then what?

If I stop the clock
at that take,
would I,could I,
play it any differently,
or

be left to wait for the black hole
to regurgitate again,
serve up another enigma,

leaving me to my eternal confusion?


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CHOCLAT SIN #15

                                  
                                           Photo/ David Prince/ myrecipes.com

TIME FOR A LITTLE EASY DECADENCE.  Remember all those terrific chocolate recipes?  Well they're back!!  This one's too easy..make it with your eyes closed.  Not.  Definitely not from scratch, you can get to these luscious puffs faster!  No green in this, but Happy St. Patrick's Day, and a good reward after marching.

Don't tell me these are fattening.  Something has to be..it might as well be chocolate!


CARAMEL-CHOCOLATE CREAM PUFFS

16 cream puffs/ frozen/ boxed
1 12-ounce jar caramel sauce
1 16 ounce jar hot fudge or dark chocolate sauce

Defrost the cream puffs according to directions.  In a small saucepan, over medium heat, bring 3/4 of the caramel sauce to a boil.  Cook for 1 minute until sauce thickens.

Hold a cream puff with tongs or spear on fork, dip 1 side into the caramel, then place on a dessert plate.  Repeat, arrange 4 on each plate.

Before serving, warm the fudge sauce over low heat.
Spoon it around the cream puffs.  Drop small dollops of the remaining caramel sauce into the hot fudge on each plate.  Makes 4 servings.

If you can make this from scratch..Wow!  Anyway, you can drink a very nice medium bodied Pinot Noir dessert wine with this, (as if you really need anything).  Or perhaps a full bodied Riesling...cheers!!


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RON LUNDY/ ROCK 'n' ROLL D.J in NEW YORK CITY
" Hello, Love- this is Ron Lundy from the greatest city in the world!"
June 25, 1934- March 15, 2010
                  RIP

Magpie/ Prompt #5

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WHEN I WAS A CHILD I thought my dreams were real.  I'd walk down the hall in my apartment and The Lady in Black might step out of a shadow and block my way.  Her wooden hands would clickety clack against the wall and her silence was broken only by her humming as she beckoned me.

At an early time of my life I slept in the living room, near the hall, on a chair that opened into a bed.  I thought that was swell and better than the ordinary beds every one else had.  Two large windows overlooked the street, three stories below. A large palm was pushed into the corner, and I believed it opened into the jungle.  Some nights I heard a call from behind the plant. 

One very hot summer my father pulled my bed close to one of the windows so I could catch a breeze that might flow across the sill.  I liked to rest my head on the ledge and wait for any slight puff of air to cool my brow.  I found the big dipper overhead one night.  Another time I saw a flying saucer hovering over the building across the street.  Some people were getting in, but not me.

There was a French door between the living room and my parents bedroom.  They slept in a huge carved bed, angels and roses entwined, that looked like it belonged to some king I'd seen in the movies. 

One night, when I was about seven or eight years old, I went out of my way to act like a big baby, because my Mom and Dad wouldn't take me to the movies with them.   I cried as dramatically as I could to summon their pity, but there wasn't any.  Well maybe a bit; Momma said I could sleep in their bed till they got home.  As usual, I cut my nose to spite my face, and stomped off to feel sorry for myself. 

My grandparents slept in the back bedroom.  Lots of windows and white lace curtains that fluttered without a breeze.  And on the window sill, an apple or pear, because Grandma never slept, and liked a bit of a nibble to break up the night till she made her way to the kitchen, leaning like an emerging ghost when dawn finally arrived.  Grandpa slept all the time.

I sat at my window and vowed not to sleep that night.  That proved to be impossible.  I awoke with my head on the sill and when I sat up I stared through the half open window into the very pale face of The Lady in Black.  She was floating outside and about to cross the sill.  Her wooden fingers clacked against the glass.

I jumped out of bed and screamed without a sound.  I tried very hard to force a noise, but none came.  How could I scream so much and not hear myself?  I ran through the open French doors into Momma's room.  No one there yet.  The Lady in Black was following close by as I found my voice and screamed to shatter glass.  I saw her pointy shoes gaining on me when she slipped into a shadow. Where had she gone?

I reached Grandma's room, dark, and fragrant with the lilac perfume she wore.  She was sitting up, leaning against the pale satin pillows.  Her eyes widened as I jumped into her bed.  I let her gather me into her arms, to comfort me with the little song she liked to sing to me..."Hush little baby, don't say a word, Nana's gonna buy you a mockingbird".... 

And she stroked my hair with her wooden fingers...clickety clack...clickety clack...


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Slow Down...

SLOW DOWN

Nature is not in a hurry,
a rock that stood its ground
a hundred years ago
has finally washed up on shore
as a handful of sand.

The footprint walking upright
started the race a million years ago,
had Darwin sweeping and clearing
the ground before it.

If there be an ear to listen,
whisper into it..
..slow down.
Remember the turtle,
stirred to motion,
moving like honey.

Swift belongs to hummingbirds,
and serpent's darting tongues,
words that stir a rage
to hasten the end of days.

The rise and fall of angel's wings
hardly stir the breeze.
Eternity moves slowly
when beginning
and end
are one and the same.

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WE WON !!

                                       sydwalker.info

VICTORY AT LAST...Yes, winning is better than losing!  For those of you who have been sitting on the edge of your seats, wondering if the APARTMENT WARS will come to a fair conclusion, I'm absolutely thrilled to inform you that the people have won!!

The dispute between my landlord and Con Edison has come to an amicable conclusion.  BECAUSE the landlord changed the name of the company, Con Ed got confoosed.  I can't say I blame Con Ed, because when I called the landlord, I listened to a recorded message, new name and all, that was totally garbled.  Imagine!  Has that ever happened to you?

So poor Con Ed, who can fault them for feeling betrayed by a company that has gone through a name change operation?  And informing me when I called them, that the POWER is liable to be turned off any minute.  A big contrast to the landlord, who, when finally reached, had this to say, "naahhh".

I look forward to this occurring again next year, when I'm sure that the games will continue.  And folks, thanks for all your cards and letters.  I needed that support.


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Magpie/ Prompt #4

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BACK IN STOCK!! YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT ANY LONGER... Here he is again..Obmud.... the Indian Elephant God, known and venerated for centuries as the lesser Ganesha, granter of simpler wishes.

When a humble elephant herder at the training center at Pathanamthitta had an early morning vision of Obmud making a phone call, he understood what he

had to do in order to uplift the poor folk of his village.  As is well known to the world by now, he immediately made a replica of the deity who presided at the temple.  He carved and polished some ivory-like plastic till it resembled the revered Obmud, fitted his cell phone to the underside...and so was born....

The Elephone !!

                                             

Before long, everyone was carving and fitting cell phones to the Little Elephant God, who is guaranteed to bring you peace, love and right numbers. And if you order today, you'll also receive the popular Elepages as a special bonus.  Wind the cord around Obmud's neck, it looks just like Allavattam!

Because of popular demand, the Elephone has been outsourced, and will now be shipped to you from China.  Order Today!!


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